All these years I wrote for you. Even when you hurt me, I could not stop loving. But you do not love me anymore. I am hurt and feeling cold. I may never write again. I will not delete my blog, as you did. What I felt was real. what I wrote was real.

I love you but you teased me. Many years ago, you said “I love you, Poet” and that person got lost in anger and frustration. I waited for you. I did. You stopped loving me.